Riele stirred from sleep slowly, her limbs stretching lazily against soft sheets. For a moment, everything was still, a blank page between dreams and reality. Then came the sound—faint, bright, bubbling.Laughter.Giggles, too.She blinked open her eyes. That voice—Charlotte. And that laugh… Harry’s. She sat up halfway, blinking as she tried to get her bearings. She rubbed her eyes, then turned toward the window where morning light filtered through the curtains. In the distance, more laughter. A tiny voice giggled, squealed. That had to be Hope.Her heart fluttered, caught between warmth and confusion. How did she get here? The last thing she remembered was being in Jay’s car. Had he carried her in? Why didn’t he wake her? She scanned the room, her clothes from yesterday hung neatly on the back of a chair. Her phone was charging beside the bed. Everything was in place.Except her thoughts.She pushed the blanket away and headed to the bathroom. The shower was warm against her skin, bu
Kim staggered through the front door, the sharp scent of whiskey trailing after him like an unwanted memory. His coat was draped carelessly over one shoulder, his shirt untucked and half-buttoned, and his tie dangled from his pocket like an afterthought. The silence of the house wrapped around him, yet it felt deafening—too quiet for a home, too hollow for comfort.Jane looked up from the couch as the door creaked. Her heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t heard from him all day. For a moment, she feared something had happened. But there he was, physically, at least. His steps were unsteady, his eyes distant, pain etched into the corners of his mouth.“Kim,” she called gently, rising to her feet.He didn’t answer. Instead, he walked past her with slow, heavy steps. But then, just as she reached for his arm, he stopped. Her hand met his sleeve.Kim turned to her with weary eyes, red-rimmed and raw from emotion, and whispered, “Teach me how to love you.”Jane froze. Her breath caught in her
The night air was cooler now. Riele stepped out of the restaurant with her arms folded against her chest, trying to hold herself together. Her eyes were dry, but inside, a storm brewed, one she didn’t have the strength to express. Her heels tapped softly against the pavement as she walked toward the curb.Just then, a familiar silhouette appeared under the streetlight. Jay.He said nothing at first. His eyes studied her face—her trembling lips, her tired eyes, the way her arms clutched her bag tightly like it held the pieces of her broken heart. She didn’t have to say anything either. Somehow, he already knew.Without hesitation, Jay stepped forward and pulled her gently into his arms.Riele didn’t resist. Her head rested on his shoulder, and for a moment, she allowed herself to breathe, really breathe. He smelled like fresh rain and cologne. Safe. Warm.From the corner of his eye, Jay caught a glimpse of Kim through the restaurant’s window, still seated, staring blankly at the space
Kim stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his collar for what must have been the tenth time. He couldn’t stop smiling. There was a softness in his eyes that had been missing for a long time. Today felt like the beginning of something... something he wasn’t sure he deserved but still hoped for.He picked up his watch and glanced at the time. He’d gone over the things he wanted to say in his head again and again. Every sentence, every apology, every memory—they all meant something. He wanted to say it right, for once. Maybe this would be the moment they started again.As he turned to leave the room, Jane stood at the door holding their baby. Her eyes were tired, and her voice was quiet.“Are you going somewhere?” she asked, watching him closely.Kim didn’t answer. He walked over to the crib, leaned in, and pressed a soft kiss on the baby’s forehead. The child stirred lightly, and Kim smiled again—but not at Jane. Without a word, he brushed past her and left the house.Jane stood still
The clock ticked quietly in the corner as the soft hum of the ceiling fan filled the room. Riele was curled on the couch, her legs tucked beneath her. She and Harry had been talking for nearly an hour—just about anything and everything. Movies they used to watch as kids, their mother's old singing voice that filled the kitchen on Saturdays, and the ridiculous things Harry did in high school that got him grounded for a month."You remember when I broke dad’s vinyl player?" Harry asked, laughing. "And blamed it on the cat?"Riele chuckled. “Yeah, and you wrote a whole apology letter from the cat’s perspective. That was ridiculous.”“It worked, didn’t it?” Harry beamed proudly.She smiled, but her eyes still carried that shadow that never left lately. Harry noticed. He didn’t say anything. He just wanted to keep her laughing, even if just for a while.Just then, there was a knock on the door.Harry stood up, casually heading toward it. “Probably Charlotte dropping off something,” he mumb
Kim stood outside his front door for a long moment, his hand resting on the handle. The cool evening breeze whispered against his skin, but the turmoil inside him burned hotter than ever. He inhaled, slowly, as if hoping the breath would clear his head. It didn’t.When he finally stepped inside, the soft glow of the hallway lights felt suffocating. The house was silent except for the gentle hum of the baby monitor placed on the side table. His feet dragged as he walked in, each step feeling heavier than the last.“Kim,” Jane’s voice rang out the moment she saw him. She hurried out from the living room, a soft smile playing on her lips. She looked tired, her hair in a loose bun and her eyes lined with exhaustion. Still, she tried to look presentable. “You’re back.”She moved toward him with open arms, the kind of welcome a wife would give her husband after a long day. Her steps were light, almost hopeful.But Kim didn’t slow down.He walked past her, his jaw clenched tightly. When she